Last-Dude - Racks lyrics

You ready to see Pop Smoke?
Last-Dude on the track! Yeah
Juice WRLD (yeah, yeah) look

It's big papi locsta', Big racks only
When niggas step on the scene
Ain't nobody told ya'?
Off the bracelet so I'm back
To wildin' in these streets
Mr spin in Rovers, Balmains
And Gucci sweaters, hopin' out the V's
Bitch I'll run you over, On A$AP
I up it ASAP an' took yo' bih
I'm a trappin' fanatic (Trappin' fanatic)
I walk in the spot like I want it all
Amiri jeans for the denim, 100
Clip, he get him, don't call it bowl
Double G for the swag, you can check the tag
Flossy nigga droppin' G's
Big Benty for the V's, double G the T
Benji's bussin' out the jeans
I get it, thеn flip it
Then double it, Big slips
We gon' walk 'еm in
I pull up, a milli', got Ninas attached, 535
I got treehs in the back
Say that's your nigga, He is a rat
Can't fuck with these niggas, Niggas is whack
Come to your block, give him
A smack, Pull up, tD
Leave where he's at, Shorty (Aye)

Wet, uh
Black tints, black cars, posted in the back
Uh foreign bop, loaded Glock, I
Can’t never lack, uh
Lose the club, if you hit a
Lick, can’t run it back, uh
Okay, shorty, I can’t trust no bitch
How you do that? Fuck the fame, I'ma kill a
Bitch if he talk reck', uh
I'ma wreck his shit, don't
Sweat the shit, ayy, run it back
(Wait)
If I'm in your hood and see you, bitch, ayy
Run it back (yeah, um, Juice WRLD)
Pistols have him runnin' like
A fuckin' running back (Aye)

Fuck on that bitch, she from Taiwana
I cannot roll wood, with my marijuana
I am not with the DJ, DJ Drama
Andre with the cash, cash the commas
Who want me?
You try me, you'll lose your hopscotch, ooh
My OG told me, "Don't
Trust thots or fuckboys, " uh
(Ayy, ayy)
Bloody knife in my holster, I behead guys
Ooh (Ayy)
Caught an opp, not no
Pokémon, want dead guys, uh

Steppin' to me, he must be on drugs
As soon as I see him, hit him with a slug
Don't fuck with no hoes, I
Can't show no love
Do dirt on my own with me and my glove
Whoop a nigga ass, he was talkin' too
Tough, up the Glock, 50 round
I'ma leave a nigga stuck
You know I'm untouchable, I can't be
Touched, try to rob me, better try your luck
Glizzy got a beam and the bitch got a penis
Hit him with the heat like
He livin' in Phoenix
I'm out of this world, I'm livin' on
Venus, I pour up the 4s
I love to be leanin'
Up the Glock on who? I'ma hit
A nigga 4 times, Glock 23
Leave a nigga with no mind
Finessin' the city, I feel like I'm 2
Chainz, shoot him in the back
Leave him with no spine
Clutchin' my tool, I'm ready to
Clash out, just like 2K
Make a nigga lag out
All of that talkin', you showin' your
Ass now, hittin' your pockets
I'm runnin' your stash now
Scammin' and rappin', we want all
The fetty, countin' up green
It's comin' like lettuce
Big gas on the low, we pull up
And sell it, my mouth on zip
You know that I'm jealous

It's big papi locsta', Big racks only
When niggas step on the scene
Ain't nobody told ya'?
Off the bracelet so I'm back
To wildin' in these streets
Mr spin in Rovers, Balmains
And Gucci sweaters, hopin' out the V's
Bitch I'll run you over, On A$AP
I up it ASAP an' took yo' bih
I'm a trappin' fanatic (Trappin' fanatic)
I walk in the spot like I want it all
Amiri jeans for the denim, 100
Clip, he get him, don't call it bowl
Double G for the swag, you can check the tag
Flossy nigga droppin' G's
Big Benty for the V's, double G the T
Benji's bussin' out the jeans
I get it, then flip it
Then double it, Big slips
We gon' walk 'em in
I pull up, a milli', got Ninas attached, 535
I got treehs in the back
Say that's your nigga, He is a rat
Can't fuck with these niggas, Niggas is whack
Come to your block, give him
A smack, Pull up, tD
Leave where he's at, Shorty (Wet, uh)

Uh (Aye) last-Dude on the track!
Juice WRLD (yeah yeah) grrrrrrraow! (Aye)